Текст песни Анжелика Варум - Музыки так Стало Мало

How it was, only God
Alone knows
There are so many extra lines in the poem,
Trusting us
From glued pages
Two lonely birds
Forgotten for centuries
His magic hand
Connects.

There is little music left
She whimpers, she is tired
She was stuck between centuries and nothing ...

There is so little music
She died down, almost disappeared
And she left us a beginning in poetry.
In verse

I knew it would be so
I knew it.
An unpredictable trifle
Not so little.
We're jealous of dreams
We are looking for them there,
Where white light is visible
At the crossroads of two planets.
Two beginnings ...

There is little music left
She whimpers, she is tired
She was stuck between centuries and nothing ...

There is so little music
She died down, almost disappeared
And she left us a beginning in verses,
In verse.

There is little music left
She whimpers, she is tired
She was stuck between centuries and nothing ...

There is so little music
She died down, almost disappeared
And she left us a beginning in verses,
In verse.

There is little music left
She whimpers, she is tired
But she left us a beginning in verse,
In verse.